here it goes

walked in the joint not a sweat on my head/
whipped out my AK-47 and sprayed the place full of lead/
looked around not a word was said most folks was dead/
grabbed the loot put it in my boot and fled

walked up in the bank leaning to the left/
took the pin outa the grenade, fuck im deaf/
escaped death, took the banjo of Y-clef/
busted it over my head, cuz i was high off meth/

walked in with the guns and the demands,
aint got time fo fuckin negotiation plans,
take the safe out with nun but deoderant cans,
i dont care if i dont make it with the dough but i cant ensure u the longetivity of the hostage's life span.

Jumped up on the counter, popped my gunz down to the crowd,
Bang, bang, bang, bang, what a mutha fucken sound,
Screams cry out, sayinnn, "DON'T SHOOT!"
Fuck you all, I'm runnin off with yo loot!

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walked in all cool and calm,
flased the nine and wanted every fuckin G in my palm,
shot the guard shot the manager,
shot the screamin hostage bitch can no one handle-ya,
now i had to scramble-ya, po po arrived outside,
now what would i do abide?,
i know the judge wouldnt let 3 people dead slide,
then i remembered what would i do if i was bonnie or clyde,
but then i thought fuck it i cant escape mite as well blow the whole shit up and make it look like a mass murda suicide

walked in all cool and calm,
flased the nine and wanted every fuckin G in my palm,
shot the guard shot the manager,
shot the screamin hostage bitch can no one handle-ya,
now i had to scramble-ya, po po arrived outside,
now what would i do abide?,
i know the judge wouldnt let 3 people dead slide,
then i remembered what would i do if i was bonnie or clyde,
but then i thought fuck it i cant escape mite as well blow the whole shit up and make it look like a mass murda suicide,
i thought what would happen to me in hell......so i just ran ouside,
n blew my self up with the po's with a stick of dynamite

sorry for the repost, i pressed stop but it still send

strolled in and grabbed the nearest bitch/
people werent cooperating my trigger finger started to itch/
finally someone started to listen/
was hot in the place forehead began to glisten/
the bank clerk said to calm down he'd get my money/
i told him the girl wud die if he tried anythin funny/
finally got my hands on some cash/
kept hold of the bitch until i made a dash/
in my bed later that nite saw id created a huge splash/
i was minted and left the country ina flash

ran in the bank with sweat tricklin down my face//
pulled out them hollows and a knife from my waist//
seen the clerk about to press the red button, "WAIT!"//
put the cash in this bag cuz your life's at stake//

Stepped through the door
thoughts of murda an much mo
grabbed tha loot an hit tha do
shot in the bac dam now homie restin on tha floor

listen up every body drop ta the floor/
or ima shooot any motha fucka dat reaches for da door
you get up take dis bag and fill it up wit money/
or your mans gonna take to in da back if u try anything funnie
ur surrounded let the hostages go/
back the FUCK UP or dis whole place is gonna blow
but dey dont leave i start shootin dem one by one/
i felt a shoot in mah back betrayed bah mah own son
i told you to stay in the car but u let dem in/
i was still standin when i felt one more shoot to da chin

walked thru the door while the guard snore/
had a bankers outfit on went stright to the store/
knocked out the clerk place was cool nothin beserk/
took keys and grabbed sum money next ting u know im out da country

damn, some weak verses being dropped in this thread.

in my clown-mask, pockets stuffed with brown-hash/
i fired my gun into the air til peeps where ready to out-dash/
stuffed my pockets with the green , fled the scene/
and got gunned down by a teen with an AR-15/


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and ur verse was strong?????

run thru da door, guns in da air niccas get on da floor//
empty da register,ur pockets and da safe in da floor//
heres 1 2 3 more bullets in ur back whore, fuckin wit 50 its gone be a masicur//